Shall we, shan't we?

Something of great import has occurred on Preachers Lane.

Last night Andray appeared with a tiny puppy and announced that he had swapped her for Hercules who had gone to live with some gypsies.

Thankfully, for him, he was lying. Hercules has not gone to live with the gypsies.

Although we haven't seen Hercules for a while it is because he is on Safari in Kenya and is helping to catalogue numbers of pesky hyena's who have taken up extortion in the area. The park rangers have expressed some concerns that Elephants have enough to worry about from poachers without having to pay the hyena's not to burn down their shops and factory's.

So, the tiny puppy, who has come to stay with Andray for some reason.

I WANT TO KEEP HER FOREVER.

But this will of course, completely, depend on the board of directors themselves, Trotter and Fing.

Trotter ignored her last night, despite the fact that she kept bouncing past him like a tiny faun. Fing watched her through slitted eyes and did not even twitch when she barked at him in a small puppy manner. Fat Boy Faggot hissed at her from underneath the bench but she tried to play with him anyway by trying to touch him with an experimental paw. Lulu went upstairs and refused to come down, mind you, I think she's guarding something upstairs again, so that in itself wasn't overly unusual.

We are testing the pets reactions to her over the next few days, and, if all is well, Trotter will have someone to play with and we will have a new team member.

Fingers crossed.